Got an Aussie friend whose brother will be in town late May, early June. We’re looking at June 3 at the Casa Grande public range for an informal gathering of the People of the Gun.
Anybody still read this blog and interested?
Tag: blogging
Still Doing Cleanup
Going through the archives trying to clean up broken links and other things in old posts.
Damn I posted a lot back when.
Wow. Is This Thing Still On?
I see it’s been awhile since I posted here. Sorry about that. Not intentional. Lots to write about, not much interest in actually writing. Maybe after Thanksgiving. Thanks for visiting. Read the stuff on the sidebar.
9/11
I’ve got nothing to add to this post from 2003 except “Thank you” to the operators of the Internet Wayback Machine, and I’ll be sending them a donation.
No New Blog Content for Awhile
I’m going through the archives starting at the beginning and working my way forward cleaning up links (where I can – thanks to the Internet Wayback Machine) and moving photos onto Blogger (again, where I can thanks to the backups I made and what I can pull off of Photobucket.) There are over 6,800 posts in the archives, so this is a long-term project.
My back already hurts.
Yup, It’s Official
Photobucket sucks. I’ve got to find another photo hosting service. I’m sure as hell not paying them $40/month (Or $400/yr.) just so I can link photos here. I don’t need 500GB of storage (I’m currently using 2.7G of the 24G I’m paying something like $24/yr for.
This is like when HaloScan/Echo went pay-for-play on their “free” blog commenting service back in 2010. I lost the better part of 40,000 comments dating back to just after this blog got started. Through the herculean efforts of reader John Hardin, he managed to recover and host the comments to a large number of older posts, but I’m not going through anything like that again for the literally thousands of photos I’ve posted over the last dozen years or so. Screw that.
Breda Fallon has said that blogging is dead. I think she’s right, and in large part because supporting industry business models simply don’t work anymore. It’s just not worth dealing with bullshit like this.
Houston!
Looks like, barring unforeseen events, I’ll be in northwest Houston, Texas the week of August 14-19 with my evenings mostly free. Anybody want to get together?
The Obligatory Blogiversary Post
It’s been fourteen years now.
Go read last year’s post. I have nothing to add.
Well, THIS Sucks.
When I got up yesterday morning I had an ache in my groin area (I know, TMI! TMI!) on the left side. Didn’t know what it was, but it was only slightly annoying. Last night when I went to bed it was worse, but I noticed that my left leg was a bit swollen. Still, the discomfort was minimal. This morning the skin on my left leg was tighter than a bloated tick. Pain still wasn’t bad, but it had reached the level of annoying.
I am not a doctor, nor do I play one on TV, but I do read a LOT, and most of it sticks. “Kevin,” my brain said, “I think you’ve got a blood clot in your leg.”
So I did what every good digital denizen does when confronted with a possible life-threatening medical condition, I asked the internet whether I should go to Urgent Care or not. Consensus was “Yes.” So I called my regular doctor (before normal business hours) and left a message asking them. Got a return call almost immediately: Emergency room. Urgent care doesn’t do ultrasound tests.
So bright and early this morning I was in an ER getting an ultrasound of my leg. Diagnosis: a healthy bouncing baby blood clot, very high up in my thigh.
This shit can kill you.
But I told the ER doctor the reason I came in wasn’t the possibility of sudden death by heart attack or pulmonary embolism, it was an old joke that kept running through my head:
A guy’s mother collapses, and she’s rushed by ambulance to the hospital. After hours in the ER waiting room the Doctor comes out. “I have good news and bad news,” he says. “What’s the bad news?” the son asks.
“Well, your mother has suffered a severe stroke. Her entire left side is paralyzed, but that doesn’t really matter because her brain function is severely degraded. She can’t talk, in fact about all she can do is make this really annoying screeching sound. You’ll have to feed her, bathe her, change her diapers, basically care for her like she’s an infant for the rest of her life. And she may live another twenty years.”
“Jesus,” the son says, “What’s the good news?”
The doctor replies, “She died. I’m just fucking with you.”
Got both the doctor and the nurse to laugh.
Anyway, as I said, Deep Vein Thrombosis can fuck you up. I’m pretty sure that’s what killed Acidman and Captain Phil Harris from Deadliest Catch.
Pay attention to the symptoms.
And if it gets real quiet around here, well…..
I Just Turned Down…
…an offer from Wideners to test ammo for free*.
I feel a little ill.
*They wanted me to review the ammo on the blog. Here’s what I said in my response:
Thanks for the invitation, but I feel I must decline. I’ve cut way back on blogging, don’t get enough range time as it is, and I’m a reloader so I pretty much make everything I shoot with the exception of .22LR and 12 gauge. I appreciate the opportunity, and turning down free ammunition makes me wince, but I don’t think I’d be able to hold up my end of the bargain sufficiently well to make it worth your investment.
Honestyisthebestpolicy.Honestyisthebestpolicy.Honestyisthebestpolicy.Honesty….